After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the "boner from hell" that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own. And while I was standing up in front of the bathroom sink, and staring at the blood-engorged head of my own dick in the blowjob bathroom mirror, as I was stroking away at it like a madman, all I could think about was Chris's super-sexy-looking, drastically-flared-out dick-head; and those gigantic balls of his; and especially his awesome "volcanic" sperm-release. pov And while I was orgasming and squirting my sperm all over the sink, I was vividly imagining that I was rubbing my dick-head up against Chris's, and then ejaculating my sperm all over the head of his dick. It wasn't until immediately afterwards that I realized that I had just hit a "masturbation milestone." This was the very first time in my life when I had not experienced a single thought about girls or women--or about their nipples, or about their pussies--the whole time that I was jacking myself off. Instead, all I had ended up thinking about was my best friend's cum dick. It didn't matter that I wasn't gay, or that I wasn't actually in love with Chris. All that really mattered was that I was "in love with" his penis. And I quickly decided that I could live with that--just as long as Chris was "in love with" my penis, too (and not in love with me ). And judging from my first two sexual encounters with asian him, I was fairly certain that this was the case. The bad news was that after I had finished jacking myself off and I had left the bathroom, the head of my dick was rubbed raw, and feeling very sore to the touch. But the good news was that I finally felt sexually satiated, which meant no more spontaneous boners. And that was a very good thing, because I was finally able to stop thinking about sex--at least, long enough so that I could concentrate on getting my school homework done. And of course, that very next morning, despite my still-sore dick-head, I found myself looking forward to Round 3 with my special horny friend. MILESTONE 3 Surprised by a Horny Friend At the end of our one-week-old secret sexual relationship, my horny male friend surprises me--twice... Chris and I got together to have sex every afternoon during that very first week of our secret sexual relationship. And Rounds 3, 4, 5 and 6 with Chris ended up being pretty much carbon copies of Round 2. In other words, after school, Chris and I would meet up to take the city bus home together. And then after walking from the bus stop up that steep hill to my house, we would go straight to my bedroom, making sure to lock the bedroom door behind us. Then we would play with our own pants-covered cumshot crotches in front of each other, until both of our penises became fully-erect. At that point, we would both get naked from the waist down, and then proceed to feel out and play with each other's bare genitals, before finally jacking each other off. And no matter whether I liked it or not, I was always the first one to orgasm. The biggest difference between these subsequent sexual encounters and Monday's Round 2 was that at the beginning of Tuesday's Round 3, I decided to share a few Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines from my hidden stash with Chris. And we used those photos of the naked, spread-legged women to help us both "get in the mood" for sex. Throughout the rest of the week--and at Chris's insistence, I might add--we continued starting out our sexual encounters by looking at porn photos in the various men's magazines from my substantial stash. “I’m not that bad, am I?” “What can… I do for you?” she asked me. “I want… to make you feel good too…” He looks around at my men. How are you?’ His voice melted her. The sounds coming from Angie in the adjacent room began to sound more like cries of passion and groans of delight. There was too much detail. "Any erectile problems?" Karen pov did not try to stop me. With her top off, I started to remove her bottoms and as I did cumshot I ran my hand over her pussy. She signed the signature line. And I convinced him that it would be best for us to just go ahead and leave The Pit. “The extra attacks they get make it seem like a great monster to pick, but their attacks don’t have any... you know, any oomph.” He was never on the asian road blowjob for business trips. 'Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.' “It’s Brian’s.” Melee stopped moving, stopped screaming, stopped breathing, just frozen in time with her cum ass as high as it would go. I stood there naked when the door opened, and the owner walked in. Yes, okay Dad, hold on." It's a new dawn I have another orgasm.